I am invigorated by the exterior
of a soul.
Warm silk wraps around
my aching flesh.
No crevice of my neglected body
goes unexplored.
It is impossible to communicate
how much I desire somebody's,
anybody's,
touch.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
I am invigorated by the exterior
of a soul.
Warm silk wraps around
my aching flesh.
No crevice of my neglected body
goes unexplored.
It is impossible to communicate
how much I desire somebody's,
anybody's,
touch.
